It's the most wonderful time of the year! Spring is in the air, flowers are in bloom, bees are buzzing and birds are chirping. Most importantly, my boys are back! Today is Opening Day at Yankee Stadium and I am over-the-moon ecstatic!
Growing up in New York, I was bred on the Yankees. Quite honestly, as far as I'm concerned it's a Yankees Universe and everyone else can just get out. For as long as I can remember I've watched almost every game nuzzled under my Dad's arm. Now-a-days, we sit side by side in our authentic Yankees bleacher seats from the old Stadium (we're really serious). I have him to thank for my fixation. When I was little, I was asked questions like: "Who covers third when the baseman goes to catch a fly ball in-field?" As i got older, the questions got harder: "Okay [BossBitch], there is a man on first and a man on third; what is the pitcher thinking right now?" I'm utterly obsessed with this all-American sport and with my boys in pin-stripes.
It may or may not be cliche, but I've been in love with Derek Jeter since I knew what the word "love" meant. Then A-Rod came into the picture and D.J. had some serio competition. These days however, Teixeira has my heart. I cried when Pauly and Petite announced their retirements. By chance, I was at the Steinbrenner tribute game, and undoubtedly got emotional then as well. Best believe I'm up on my feet doing the YMCA during every 7th inning stretch, and if you haven't been to the new stadium you're sorely missing out. It is the most magnificent structure in the BX. Simply, it sparkles.
My favorite games of all time are those I attend with my Dad. In the past we shared peanuts, and now we share beers. I still get quizzed and I can confidently answer every question thrown my way. Baseball season is wonderful in New York and if you live here, whether you like it or not the Yankees automatically become a part of your world. Yankee fans are one big gigantic family. We actually feel the love in our chests and when we breathe. Even right now as I sit in my cubicle, writing this post with the game playing live on my desktop (we're up 5-3, top of the 8th), I have tears of the purest joy gathering in my eyes. One Love to all my Yankee peoples - we're going for 28 this year!
.BossBitch
New York, New York - Frank Sinatra
Thursday, March 31, 2011
well the weather outside is... weather.
Last year, during the first weekend of April, I was sipping Corona's on the roof of The Frying Pan. For those of you who don't know what The Frying Pan is, essentially it is the best place to be when that warm spring weather hits and all you want to do is be outside, day drinking with your friends. The beer, the sun, good company and awesome food = a recipe for great success and an amazing way to say PEACE OUT WINTER, HELLO SUMMER (oh how I've missed you).
Alas, this year, the first weekend of April will [supposedly] start off with RAIN on Friday, SNOW/RAIN mix (only the best... not) on Saturday, and then a possible chance of 50 degrees with some sun on Sunday. L-A-M-E.
I don't know what it is. Global warming? Ice caps? A non-existant heat wave? But this winter has been cold, bitter, cruel, snow-filled, rain-infested and down right depressing. Sure we had some nice days in the beginning and middle of March, but March into April is supposed to be the beginning of consistently warmer weather, maybe some rain showers here and there - but essentially leading in to my personal favorite season - spring. Don't get me wrong. I love rain in the spring or summer. There is nothing like being in a tshirt, shorts and flip flops running through the rain on the streets of NYC. But I do not love rain in the winter, let alone in March. According to my calendar, the first day of spring was on March 21st... that was 10 days ago, so why are we still getting weather warnings for snowstorms?!
I'm saying goodbye to March. Here and now. Adios amigos. Sayonara bitches. Hit the road Jack, and don't you come back. Tomorrow marks my first day of Spring. Here's to warm weather, cocktails, half day Fridays and all that's in between.
-Ice Queen
Umbrella - Rihanna
I'm saying goodbye to March. Here and now. Adios amigos. Sayonara bitches. Hit the road Jack, and don't you come back. Tomorrow marks my first day of Spring. Here's to warm weather, cocktails, half day Fridays and all that's in between.
-Ice Queen
Umbrella - Rihanna
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
how many different ways can we say it?
big ups to our girl Christine over at bun & borough for helping us with our fabulous new blog design. we absolutely love it! this girl is so talented and we literally couldn't have done it without her.
thank you (again x10)
Ice Queen & BossBitch
Monday, March 28, 2011
"Only Animals Eat in the Subway!"
Okay, so...I totally understand the sense of urgency that builds when you're running late to work in the morning. Personally I hate being rushed, so I make it a point to always leave myself enough time to get everything done at a casual pace, but trust me I get it - I, too, have an affiliation for the snooze button. I also understand putting off some "morning must-haves" in order to get out the door in time. Putting on make up is totally doable while in-transit. However, while confined in a small, inescapable place, the LAST thing i want to look at and listen to is someone eating.
For example, this is how my morning started: Monday, 8:05AM. I arrived to the crowded downtown 6 platform as a train was pulling into the station. Using my powers of positioning, I of course got on the train and moved to the middle of the car - prime standing placement compared to others squeezing into the doorway. No one has any room to breathe, as per usual during morning rush hour, but that's okay - I'm checking my work emails and preparing myself for another M-F. All of a sudden, I hear next to me the type of rustling you only ignore in movie theaters, when you're probably rustling as well. I coyly look to my right, and standing there is some mess of a woman with a Venti in one hand and unwrapping a muffin with the other. I can't describe how quickly my frustration flared. This woman was chewing loudly, trying to balance herself on an overcrowded moving train as both hands were occupied and as a result, was bumping into me, crumbs and coffee flying free. Good morning to you too, ma'am.
Scenario number two: Last Saturday afternoon, 4:30PM. I'm on a downtown 4 train, heading to my boyfriends apartment in Brooklyn. The train is relatively empty, and I'm of course enjoying my spacious end seat, listening to my iPod and playing Sudoku on my Berry. Suddenly, the dense smell of frying oil, saturated fat, and processed food fills the air. I look up, and to my utter disgust there is a huge woman stuffing fast food into her face, licking her fingers and chewing with her mouth open. I could not, as hard as I tried, hide the look of repulsion on my face. Not to mention, the smell was nauseating.
In both cases, here's my thing - what's the harm in waiting until you're at your desk or at home to eat your food in quiet seclusion? What is the sense of eating in a small, crowded space while attempting a balancing act, or on a dirty train ingesting germs and bacteria? In every case - NO ONE wants to watch you stuffing your face and filling your cheeks with food, or smell whatever it is you're eating mixed with the smell of the moldy underground. Spare yourself this situation, and put your food away.
.BossBitch
Be Our Guest - Beauty and the Beast
For example, this is how my morning started: Monday, 8:05AM. I arrived to the crowded downtown 6 platform as a train was pulling into the station. Using my powers of positioning, I of course got on the train and moved to the middle of the car - prime standing placement compared to others squeezing into the doorway. No one has any room to breathe, as per usual during morning rush hour, but that's okay - I'm checking my work emails and preparing myself for another M-F. All of a sudden, I hear next to me the type of rustling you only ignore in movie theaters, when you're probably rustling as well. I coyly look to my right, and standing there is some mess of a woman with a Venti in one hand and unwrapping a muffin with the other. I can't describe how quickly my frustration flared. This woman was chewing loudly, trying to balance herself on an overcrowded moving train as both hands were occupied and as a result, was bumping into me, crumbs and coffee flying free. Good morning to you too, ma'am.
Scenario number two: Last Saturday afternoon, 4:30PM. I'm on a downtown 4 train, heading to my boyfriends apartment in Brooklyn. The train is relatively empty, and I'm of course enjoying my spacious end seat, listening to my iPod and playing Sudoku on my Berry. Suddenly, the dense smell of frying oil, saturated fat, and processed food fills the air. I look up, and to my utter disgust there is a huge woman stuffing fast food into her face, licking her fingers and chewing with her mouth open. I could not, as hard as I tried, hide the look of repulsion on my face. Not to mention, the smell was nauseating.
In both cases, here's my thing - what's the harm in waiting until you're at your desk or at home to eat your food in quiet seclusion? What is the sense of eating in a small, crowded space while attempting a balancing act, or on a dirty train ingesting germs and bacteria? In every case - NO ONE wants to watch you stuffing your face and filling your cheeks with food, or smell whatever it is you're eating mixed with the smell of the moldy underground. Spare yourself this situation, and put your food away.
.BossBitch
Be Our Guest - Beauty and the Beast
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
NYC O.G.
"The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding." -John Updike.
If there is any quote that can sum up in one sentence how a true born & bred New Yorker feels, this is probably it. When you've lived here you're whole life, there is no where else you want to be. If you've been here a while, you know nothing else compares. Once you've fallen in love, you never look back again.
.BossBitch
If there is any quote that can sum up in one sentence how a true born & bred New Yorker feels, this is probably it. When you've lived here you're whole life, there is no where else you want to be. If you've been here a while, you know nothing else compares. Once you've fallen in love, you never look back again.
.BossBitch
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
words + design = i'm in love.
A big thanks to Rachel over at Kvell in the Kitchen for showing me this. I will be using it in the future, so be prepared :)
-Ice Queen
beat the rush!
Sometimes I get an uncontrollable urge to shop. For me, shopping is something I like the idea of, but not the actual act of doing. I absolutely despise taking my clothes on and off and having to carry a million and one bags plus my jacket, scarf, etc. I also don't like lines. Fitting room lines, cashier lines - no thank you. And to top it all off, most of the stores I like to shop in are in the most irritating neighborhoods of this beloved island we like to call Manhattan. Times Square (major anxiety attack), SoHo (just run me over why don't you) & Herald Square (get away from me tourists!) are places I never want to be... ever.
To appease my shopping woes, I have come up with a simple solution for beating the mad rush of people, getting what you want and getting the &*$%^&# out of there.
Step 1: Sacrifice your Saturday or Sunday morning*. WAKE UP EARLY.
*Now I'm not talking like 7am status because stores don't open until 10am anyway, but maybe start snoozing around 9am.
Step 2: Get a huge coffee and something to eat to keep your energy and blood sugar levels high.
Step 3: Head to your destination. Trust me, you'll notice you're one of the first people there.
Step 4: Grab as much as you can and get your @$$ to the dressing room before people start to filter in.
Step 3: Head to your destination. Trust me, you'll notice you're one of the first people there.
Step 4: Grab as much as you can and get your @$$ to the dressing room before people start to filter in.
Step 5: Pay and run out of there.
I did this yesterday in SoHo, and I was in and out of Uniqlo, H&M and Forever 21 by 12:30pm. I was successful with 4 pieces and a bag, and I couldn't be more satisfied. The rest of the day was mine to do whatever I wanted to, without the pressures of afternoon shopping.
Great success.
-Ice Queen
Pay My Bills - Destiny's Child
-Ice Queen
Pay My Bills - Destiny's Child
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
The Right Side of the Road
My dear, sweet City sidewalks. Dirty, smelly, dusty, gum covered, over crowded, over run, construction filled and scaffold covered sidewalks. Littered with stoops, doormen, garbage bags, and the occasional rat (Ice Queen, don't hate). If you don't hit the pavement every day and walk everywhere in this City you're straight up not a New Yorker. There is so much to see from street level. Take it in; you'll really feel like you're a part of something bigger than yourself - part of a moving, breathing, body of concrete nature. There's history, architecture, diversity; life in New York revolves around a swift movement on these City streets. That being said, I'm a believer in sidewalk etiquette. There's a standard that we follow, a certain hustle, a natural flow. There's a right side of the road, and a wrong side of the road. Keep up, or get out. Savvy?
I'd like to generously provide a few notes from a seasoned NYC walker to make your sidewalk experience more pleasant:
Know where you're going. Don't suddenly pull a U-turn and knock the person out who is walking behind you.
"Excuse me" actually does go a long way.
Avoid walking in rows of three or more. You move slower, and you're hard to get around. This affectively pisses off everyone behind you who is trying to get by.
Stay to the right side of the sidewalk. In the movie Clueless (my tweenaged Bible) dreamy Josh (played by my husband, Paul Rudd) is quoted saying: "In America, we drive on the right side of the road" to which Cher Horowitz (played by Alicia Silverstone) responds "You try driving in platforms!" Love Cher, but apply Josh's logic to walking as well. Stay to the right side of the [sidewalk] and we won't have any problems.
Don't clog the crosswalk. Simply, we're all trying to cross the street.
I've found that if you're in a busy area, ie: Times Square or China Town, if you walk in the street just off the curb, but still out of the cars way, there's a clear lane to start seriously moving. You should be in a rush to get the hell out of that neighborhood anyway and you're not getting anywhere fast behind the waves of tourists stopping a million times to take pictures of every window, cab and light post they see.
See where this gets you, and feel free to comment with some of your own curbside walking tips. You must have learned a thing or two for yourself by now.
peace.love.BossBitch
Walking Man - James Taylor
I'd like to generously provide a few notes from a seasoned NYC walker to make your sidewalk experience more pleasant:
Know where you're going. Don't suddenly pull a U-turn and knock the person out who is walking behind you.
"Excuse me" actually does go a long way.
Avoid walking in rows of three or more. You move slower, and you're hard to get around. This affectively pisses off everyone behind you who is trying to get by.
Stay to the right side of the sidewalk. In the movie Clueless (my tweenaged Bible) dreamy Josh (played by my husband, Paul Rudd) is quoted saying: "In America, we drive on the right side of the road" to which Cher Horowitz (played by Alicia Silverstone) responds "You try driving in platforms!" Love Cher, but apply Josh's logic to walking as well. Stay to the right side of the [sidewalk] and we won't have any problems.
Don't clog the crosswalk. Simply, we're all trying to cross the street.
I've found that if you're in a busy area, ie: Times Square or China Town, if you walk in the street just off the curb, but still out of the cars way, there's a clear lane to start seriously moving. You should be in a rush to get the hell out of that neighborhood anyway and you're not getting anywhere fast behind the waves of tourists stopping a million times to take pictures of every window, cab and light post they see.
See where this gets you, and feel free to comment with some of your own curbside walking tips. You must have learned a thing or two for yourself by now.
peace.love.BossBitch
Walking Man - James Taylor
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
For you, with Love
"…quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean "love" in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again."
Dear Bitchin' In NYC Readers,
Ice Queen and I have come to the conclusion that there is plenty more content to be shared with our fabulous followers. You can start to expect more than just New York themed life lessons. Stay tuned...we're getting hotter with age.
With Love,
BossBitch & Ice Queen
Dear Bitchin' In NYC Readers,
Ice Queen and I have come to the conclusion that there is plenty more content to be shared with our fabulous followers. You can start to expect more than just New York themed life lessons. Stay tuned...we're getting hotter with age.
With Love,
BossBitch & Ice Queen
smelly cat, smelly cat
The gym is a very interesting place. You have your "spinners", the people who you start to recognize, the class takers, the beefy Jersey shore-esc men, the ones who can afford trainers (I wish), and then a whole lot of randoms in the mix. But let's start with January - the month of resolutions - and the month I almost am tempted to take off every year. Everybody, and yes, I mean everybody is at the gym. Resolutions are things that you are supposed to think up for the coming year, so why, come January 2nd - when the hangovers are gone, and you feel like starting your resolution - does everyone feel the need to pile into the gym all day, every day? What about those of us who workout just to be healthy? Who work out 3-4 times a week just because we want to? I go to the gym everyday between 6 and 6:30, and my biggest pet peeve if having to wait for a treadmill because there "resolution" people decided they wanted to kick-start their workout plans for the whole month of January. The most annoying part? It eventually dies down and they start sporatically working out after the first week of February.
Recognizing people at the gym is the worst, especially for people like me - dubbed a "people watcher". Obviously the gym is one of my favorite places to people watch. Last weekend there was a girl on the treadmill who was fist pumping throughout her run, and then got so into it that she then stripped off her shirt and was just running in her sports bra and shorts... still fist pumping as if she was at Karma with Pauly D and the Situation. Then those beefy men who are about my height (5'4") and are literally so muscular I feel as though they could beat me up with a pinky finger... they mostly resemble Ron Ron. These guys are ripped and make the absolute weirdest noises when they lift. "UHHHHHHHH", "OOOOOFFFFFFF". Like, we aren't having sex at the gym....... just lifting weights people.
Then you have the smelly people. Yes, that's right. I don't understand the people who don't wear deodorant to the gym. I understand that sometimes it has to do with your culture or religion, and I don't have a problem with that but then again... people sweat at the gym. And we are in close quarters. And the last thing I want to inhale while I'm watching Friends and reading my Kindle is your sweaty B.O.
So on that note, please wear deodorant, keep your fists to yourselves, and stop making resolutions! Just go to the gym... because?
-Ice Queen
Kanye's Workout Plan - Kanye West
Recognizing people at the gym is the worst, especially for people like me - dubbed a "people watcher". Obviously the gym is one of my favorite places to people watch. Last weekend there was a girl on the treadmill who was fist pumping throughout her run, and then got so into it that she then stripped off her shirt and was just running in her sports bra and shorts... still fist pumping as if she was at Karma with Pauly D and the Situation. Then those beefy men who are about my height (5'4") and are literally so muscular I feel as though they could beat me up with a pinky finger... they mostly resemble Ron Ron. These guys are ripped and make the absolute weirdest noises when they lift. "UHHHHHHHH", "OOOOOFFFFFFF". Like, we aren't having sex at the gym....... just lifting weights people.
Then you have the smelly people. Yes, that's right. I don't understand the people who don't wear deodorant to the gym. I understand that sometimes it has to do with your culture or religion, and I don't have a problem with that but then again... people sweat at the gym. And we are in close quarters. And the last thing I want to inhale while I'm watching Friends and reading my Kindle is your sweaty B.O.
So on that note, please wear deodorant, keep your fists to yourselves, and stop making resolutions! Just go to the gym... because?
-Ice Queen
Kanye's Workout Plan - Kanye West
Friday, March 11, 2011
there's always another one coming
Picture this: it’s 8am and you’re on your way to work. You have your Starbucks in hand and your sunglasses on because it’s still too early to fully face the day. As you leisurely turn the corner you see your bus already at the stop. A split second judgment call is made and in a valiant and somewhat commendable effort you start running in hopes of just making it ... BOOM - doors close in your face, bus speeds off, and you look like an asshole for actually sprinting and getting left behind (This is what I imagine you just looked like).
Depending on the season, now you’re either sweating or can see your breath rapidly funneling into the air (another reminder you should probably hit the gym). Not to mention, everyone riding that bus got a good chuckle at your expense and the bus driver is now humming to himself “Another One Bites the Dust”. Here’s my theory, young grasshopper, on running for public transportation – spare yourself. There is ALWAYS another one coming.
In my 23 and a half years of living in NYC I’ve run for my fair share of every kind of public transportation and let me tell you, I regret it 9 times out of 10. I've since come to the conclusion that spilling my coffee, potentially tripping and falling, and/or beads of sweat on my face in the early morning is just not worth it. I’d rather wait the extra 3-5 minutes, pop my head phones in, and be the first one to casually board the next bus that arrives. There’s a better chance you’ll get a seat, and guaranteed you won’t look and feel like an idiot. "Another One Bites The Dust" is not a phrase, saying, or song you want applied to you under any circumstance, so trust in my theory - there is always another one coming. Just lookin' out.
peace.love.BossBitch
Another One Bites the Dust - Queen
Depending on the season, now you’re either sweating or can see your breath rapidly funneling into the air (another reminder you should probably hit the gym). Not to mention, everyone riding that bus got a good chuckle at your expense and the bus driver is now humming to himself “Another One Bites the Dust”. Here’s my theory, young grasshopper, on running for public transportation – spare yourself. There is ALWAYS another one coming.
In my 23 and a half years of living in NYC I’ve run for my fair share of every kind of public transportation and let me tell you, I regret it 9 times out of 10. I've since come to the conclusion that spilling my coffee, potentially tripping and falling, and/or beads of sweat on my face in the early morning is just not worth it. I’d rather wait the extra 3-5 minutes, pop my head phones in, and be the first one to casually board the next bus that arrives. There’s a better chance you’ll get a seat, and guaranteed you won’t look and feel like an idiot. "Another One Bites The Dust" is not a phrase, saying, or song you want applied to you under any circumstance, so trust in my theory - there is always another one coming. Just lookin' out.
peace.love.BossBitch
Another One Bites the Dust - Queen
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
"the cabs are here"
Yellow cabs. I have a love/hate relationship with them [mostly hate]. This is why:
LOVE:
They get you where you want to go in relative (and I use this term lightly) comfort for a "fair" price. Nothing is better than door to door service on a rainy day, snowy night, when you are running late to work, or when you're blackout downtown and you really just need to get your ass home so you don't risk puking on the guy who's been chatting you up for an hour (that's no way to thank him for those drinks! Or is it...) I especially love the feeling of getting into a cab when you are just feeling plain lazy. When the train station or bus stop is "too far away".
HATE:
LOVE:
They get you where you want to go in relative (and I use this term lightly) comfort for a "fair" price. Nothing is better than door to door service on a rainy day, snowy night, when you are running late to work, or when you're blackout downtown and you really just need to get your ass home so you don't risk puking on the guy who's been chatting you up for an hour (that's no way to thank him for those drinks! Or is it...) I especially love the feeling of getting into a cab when you are just feeling plain lazy. When the train station or bus stop is "too far away".
HATE:
The majority of them smell - like fast food, Indian food, toilets - you get the point.
If there's traffic and its a long journey - that meter creeps up. Real quick.
When the drivers have NO IDEA where they are going. How do you drive a cab around NYC and NOT know where you are going?
When the drivers PRETEND they have no idea where they're going. I grew up here, you punk, now get off Park Avenue!
I feel like most cab drivers won their license in a raffle and its pretty much a gamble if you'll survive the journey. Please slow down - I did NOT say I was in a rush and no part of this city is a race track.
When they tell you that their credit card machine doesn't work. Who carries cash anymore? I mean... really...
When they won't take 5 people in a Minivan. Dude - your car is MADE for more than 5 people and I swear you won't get a ticket.
Dearest Cabbies - I know its tough to drive in the City, but you pretty much drive around ALL day, every day and, if my mathematical equations are correct, this should mean you're good at it. I'm good at things I do everyday - practice makes perfect. Before I go, an air freshener would go a LONG way. I like Macintosh Apple from Yankee Candle.
Over & Out,
Ice Queen
Big Yellow Taxi - Joni Mitchell
Monday, March 7, 2011
Bikers Beware
Tillie goes to the gym almost every day. For me, it’s more of a “when it’s convenient” type of thing. So when I see someone riding a bike around the city, part of me thinks: “Good for you, what a smart and really healthy (not to mention, green) way to get around and work out.” The other part of me thinks: “Stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours.” I think that’s fair enough, no?
What’s NOT fair enough, or considerate, nor does it even make sense (hence why I’m writing about it), is when said bike riders carry their bikes onto public transportation.
In my humble opinion, bringing a bike onto a bus or on the subway is without a doubt, stupid. Not only does the bicycle take up standing space, but its hazardous to maneuver around, the wheels are dirty and heaven forbid you brush up against the chain you’ll get black oil all over everything, resulting a serious WTF moment.
The concept of carrying your bike onto another form of transportation seems to cancel out the original intent of taking out your bike in the first place. Sure, as you’re flying down Park Avenue you might feel like you’re getting some appreciation for being environmentally aware and getting in that quick work out, but trust me when I tell you; no one appreciates your care for the environment when you insensitively hop onto busy 6-train, bike in tow. No, the bike does NOT easily fit into the door area, and YES you’re bothering everyone. There’s not one person that tries to board the train that isn’t thinking: “Really, guy? Had to take the bike out this morning even though you were going to get on a train anyway?” Now my pants are messy because I tripped over your dirty tire on my way to work.
I just think that one form of transportation does not belong ON another especially when it’s nothing but in the way, that’s all. Simple.
peace.love.BossBitch.
peace.love.BossBitch.
Brand New Key – Melanie
Friday, March 4, 2011
Pole Huggers
The subway is a very agile and convenient mode of transportation if youre trying to get somewhere quickly or go somewhere far. At busy times, everyone squeezes onto the train cars like it's rush hour in Tokyo (see this link for reference) . My personal hell. However, when the train is quiet, and you have your i-Pod, it's absolutely divine! And, on the rare occasion you get an edge seat, you can really cut loose and spread out! I'll get into more of my subway-isms later, but right now I NEED to address a certain subway rider. They come in all shapes and sizes, and from all walks of life. Old, young, short, tall, skinny, fat, male or female; I call them...Pole Huggers.
Pole Hugger - noun:
Pole Hugger - noun:
1. a person who leans or wraps their entire body around the train pole, preventing others from holding on, or forcing others to squeeze their hand in and touch the pole huggers body in order to hold on...ew.
2. general annoyance.
Dear all Pole Huggers: I hate you. What ever happened to common courtesy? As much as you CLEARLY need to hang on for dear life, don't you think others would like the opportunity to casually hold on as well? After all, we're on an underground rocket going 100 miles an hour through narrow tunnels with sharp turns, and you could go flying at any given moment if you're not careful. Pole Huggers, please learn to just use one hand to hold on, and not your entire body. Believe me, it's still just as effective. Be considerate of your fellow subway riders. Thanks, asshole.
Dear all Pole Huggers: I hate you. What ever happened to common courtesy? As much as you CLEARLY need to hang on for dear life, don't you think others would like the opportunity to casually hold on as well? After all, we're on an underground rocket going 100 miles an hour through narrow tunnels with sharp turns, and you could go flying at any given moment if you're not careful. Pole Huggers, please learn to just use one hand to hold on, and not your entire body. Believe me, it's still just as effective. Be considerate of your fellow subway riders. Thanks, asshole.
Peace.Love.BossBitch
Subway To Venus - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Over the 24 years that I have resided here, I would say I take the bus 9 times out of 10. When I lived with my parents, I was BFF with the M79 driver and constantly back and forth between the East & West side. Now that I live downtown, I am constantly taking the M15 (Select Service ONLY).
I will admit - on days that I am being super lazy, like this frigid morning, I take the M34/M16 from 2nd Avenue to Madison Avenue [I told you I was being lazy] to get to work. This is my LEAST FAVORITE BUS OF ALL. I get it, it's early and everyone is cranky - but the new buses (that have the higher level in the back 2 steps up) really suck. NO ONE, and I mean no one, wants to move back that far. If you get stuck back there, there is usually no way to get out without having to literally shove people out of your way before the doors close and you have officially missed your stop. To avoid this, I usually find a way to push myself into the back door nook so when Madison comes I can just hit that yellow bar and run like a bat out of hell.
This morning particularly pissed me off. First of all, the M16 pulled away even though he saw me RUNNING (yes, sometimes I run for the bus - even though Ilana is morbidly against running for ANY public transportation because there “is always another one coming") so I was left to get on the M34. Two things immediately went wrong. It started with a couple tourists, their 2 extremely large suitcases and…wait for it…a cello case. REALLY?! They got on, and stood in the front area, an already unnecessarily small space to begin with and essentially the worst place to block people from getting on and off. Cut to my bus driver yelling into the loud speaker (at 7:30am) "please move ALL the way to the rear of the bus!"... "If you are not behind the white line I can not let anyone else on!"... "Ma'am, you need to move all the way to the back". Dude - THEY ARE TRYING. When other passengers don't move, how do you expect this traveling circus to move?! Then he continues with "there is plenty of room in the back of the bus, please move to the rear". This went on through 3rd, Lexington, Park and finally Madison where I couldn't have gotten off faster. His voice, plus the loud speaker were not conducive to my Thursday morning, especially with the depressing drop in temperature.
Now, I know what it is like getting on the bus with luggage – on embarrassing occasion I’ve been forced to do it before. It's annoying for all, but at least try to find a way to make it work. That is the whole thing with buses. It's cramped, they move slow, but in the summer - they are a gift over the hot, sticky train. To me, they are a place to relax during the multiple stops - read my Kindle and think about things before my hectic day starts. So please, do anything to avoid being yelled at by the bus driver over the loud speaker.
Over & Out,
-Ice Queen
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